Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Togo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Royal Family And The Poor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
Japan,
Black Sheep,
John Coltrane,
The Happenings,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
DNA,
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
The Martian,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.